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His blazing stare pinned on Sansa, the Hound was standing in front of her bed. For a few interminable seconds, he studied her in silence, his horned head tilted to the side and features twisted menacingly. Sansa was so afraid: she had no idea of what a wrathful devil might be capable of and she found herself literally petrified in place. Still, for all of that, the thought of her parents was preoccupying her just as much as her present predicament. What could they be doing just now? Her room was so quiet; it might as well have been floating in emptiness for as much as silence was complete, however, Sansa knew it to be false. At this very moment mere metres from her, her mother and father were almost certainly screaming in horror and attempting to break through the Hound's shield. Would they succeed? Somehow, she doubted it. The spell he had cast was strong and his magic unlike that of the witches of her family's congregation. It seemed incredibly ancient, old to the point of crudeness in fact, yet in spite of it, indecipherable and tremendously powerful.

"You did not answer" the Hound rasped eventually. "Why did you keep me away like that? Did I not hold my end of our little bargain and give you the power you craved?" he asked, his voice calm and yet as sharp as a blade. There was something ominous about his restraint, a knowledge that it could only get worse from here and Sansa's frame stiffened even more. "In exchange, you were to open those pretty white legs of yours for me every fucking night," he resumed more heatedly, taking a step towards the bed. His movements were fluid, like those of a panther and his blazing eyes shone in the dimness of the room in the same fashion as the beast's. "You can't feed a famished dog only to leave him to starve again afterwards. He'll turn crazy and bark at your door till the end of times if you don't sate his hunger again. Is that what you wanted, to test me, huh?"

"No! It was not like that at all! Please…. please don't be mad at me," Sansa begged him, her voice breaking.

The Hound's scold deepened at hearing her plea and something akin to confusion passed in his strange eyes. "What was it then? Tell me."

Tears were filling her eyes now, but Sansa forced herself to answer for fear that she angered him even more. "I… I just didn't want my parents to learn about… about you. I didn't have the courage to tell them so soon… all I wanted was a bit of time."

The demon snorted and shook his head. "Well they know now, don't they, so what did you win by shielding yourself from me for so fucking long? Nothing. And you made me suffer for that: nothing." With that, he gritted his teeth and let out a long, shaky breath. There was resentment in his eyes, resentment mixed in with pain. For a brief instant, he even seemed to suffer at the simple memory of those two days she had kept him away and Sansa was surprised by the guilt the sight awoke in he. He's a demon! she reminded herself. There was no knowing the horrific crimes he had committed in his life to deserve such punishment in his death, yet Sansa was too kind-hearted to stomach witnessing anyone suffer by her fault, even a demon.

"Two nights you kept me away. Two bloody nights,"the Hound muttered, his blazing stare fixed on her. "After all those centuries of rotting in the Seven Hells, it really should've been nothing, yet naught has ever seemed so long…"

"Please forgive me," Sansa implored him, fresh tears welling in her eyes. "I… I wouldn't have done it if I had known this would be so hard on you."

"But you knew I was displeased. We are bounded; don't pretend like you didn't sense it," he reproached.

He was right, there was no point in lying. "I'm sorry," she breathed instead. "It won't happen again, I swear it. I'll make it up to you, will do whatever you ask…"

A spark passed through his eyes. "Really? Whatever I ask?" he repeated slowly. His gaze travelled over her body even as a roguish grin split his face and with that, Sansa all of a sudden regretted her words. His demeanour announced nothing good.

And indeed, the Hound didn't lose an instant after that. Bending over, he grabbed a handful of her comforter and pulled it off of her, before throwing it to the floor. The pink nightgown Sansa was wearing was thin and she shivered at the contact of the room' cold air against her skin.

"First, no more clothes," the Hound started, climbing over the end of the mattress. The old wooden bed frame groaned in complaint under his no doubt impressive weight and Sansa tensed as he approached her. "That shift needs to be gone." Leaning over her, he seized each side of her nightgown and yanked at it in opposite directions hard enough that it tore in one clean rip.

Though she had seen it coming, Sansa yelped in surprise. This was probably something she would have to get used to. Still, the thought that he might ruin each of her nighties like that was nonetheless sort of discouraging.

"You know what it is that I want, of course. There's nothing complicated about it," the Hound started. Lowering himself over her, he propped an arm by the side of her head, his brawny body touching her in places. "I want to fuck you long and hard. I want you to moan so much you have no voice left come morning. And I want it every night."

As he spoke, the scent of metal began spreading in the air and warmth gathered down Sansa's lower belly. She squirmed, feeling his nearly burning hot skin brush against hers. There was a bulge in his breeches, a hardness pressing against her, and the feel of it was somehow just as frightening as it was enticing.

"Also, no more bloody secrets," the Hound hissed, lifting a hand to pinch her chin and force her to look at him.

His claws stung a little, they were long and dagger-sharp, and Sansa raised her gaze at once, not daring to risk displeasing him more than she already had. As if it didn't hammer fast enough, her heartbeat hastened as she met his stare. His eyes were so piercing, same as if he could read right through her, like she was an open book to him.

"Our bound is not to be hidden from people sharing your roof. Seen what trying to keep your family from learning about me has brought you? You're so bloody weak, just on the verge of losing what I have given you altogether. At least now, they know. There'll be no coming back, you realise that now, don't you, little bird?"

Sansa nodded, feeling very nervous even as her loins kept pulsing with the spell the demon had cast. It was an odd thing to be aroused and terrified at the same time. There was something just as threatening as intimate about the Hound's position over her, about his touch on her cheek. In this proximity, she could see the desolation that was left of the left side of his face in minute details. His scars were not only hideous, but painful to behold for someone as empathic as Sansa. It must have hurt so much… she wondered how he had gotten them. Were they from the time he spent in those furnaces of the Seven Hells which were said to eternally consume thousands of demons at a time with their everlasting flames? But then if it was the case, why was his entire body not burned?

"You need me now, don't you? I gifted you power stronger than you could have ever dreamed of, yet the first thing you do with it is build a fucking shied. A shield to block me: the very devil you got your Skill from! Ah, not very smart when you think about it. You don't bite the hand that feeds you, but I can see you've learned from your mistake. This whole process has drained you so much, you're literally wasting away. You won't block me again, won't you?"

Sansa shook her head. "I won't."

His mouth pulling in a faint smile, the Hound caressed her cheek with his knuckles. "Promise it."

She shivered against him and bit at her lip. "I promise I won't block you again," Sansa whispered. Suddenly, she was very conscious of the way their bodies touched a little more with each breath she took, of just how heavy and hot he was.

"Now that's the good little witch I know," the demon said with satisfaction. He grinned, just long enough for moonlight to reflect on his teeth, and then pressed his lips on hers.

Instinctively, Sansa flinched, a shudder going down her spine. There was no taking her distances from the Hound though, for he only kissed her harder and slid his tongue in her mouth. His huge hand travelled down her stomach and found her folds, parting her lower lips and stroking her there.

His touch on her was good from the start, however there was no way she let go and enjoyed it truly. The fiend's intense animalistic bodily smell and even stronger psychic scent were reminding her too much of all the things that had repelled her in him from the first instant she set eyes on him: that he was more beast then human, that his very presence among the living was an abomination. Same as on the night of Sansa's Evocation, there was a dichotomy between her mind's perception of the situation and the reactions of her body to the things he did to her. She felt lost, didn't know what think or do…

"Stop fighting," the Hound murmured against her lips. "A part of you is still resisting me. You shouldn't. I'm here to give you what you want: power and pleasure. I'm naught but your servant… remember that, little mistress."

Lowering his head down to her breasts, he took one of stiff nipple in his mouth. Sansa moaned and in that same instant, the Hound plunged a long finger in her. Slowly but surely, the coppery odour that floated in the air grew stronger and Sansa soon started to buck her hips against his hand even as he repetitively penetrated her with first one, then two fingers.

"Hmmm," the Hound breathed roughly. "Yes, that's better already." With his thumb, he began tracing circles over her clit and Sansa's groans became more languorous and loud.

The sensations of his hungry lips and tongue on her breasts coupled with that of his restless fingers and thumb were simply exquisite and Sansa was in no time writhing under him and whimpering like the most wanton woman she could ever have imagined. Her own behaviour was making her blush, but once more, there was no controlling those urges the demon roused in her.

"You want me to fuck you now, don't you?" the Hound asked her against her now completely wet boobs. "Last time, I made you cry in ecstasy, over and over again. You loved it. No matter how troubled you were, I know you loved it. And you want more of it, don't you?"

Her eyes half shut, Sansa breathed in deeply and nodded. "Yes… yes, please…" she admitted. His fingers were still working on her and she was so near her climax, she could almost taste it.

The Hound's eyes darkened all the more at hearing her beg so nicely. "Seven Hells, but you're going to get it tonight, little bird. And it's going to do you some good. By the time I'm done with you, your well will be full to the brim with power, you'll see. And that pretty little cunt of yours, full to the brim with my seed." He laughed, a very strange and hoarse sound.

Squirming under him, Sansa was humming softly and barely listening to what the demon said. Her lips were mouthing the words of a silent payer, one she did not dare utter aloud. Don't stop, don't stop… she repeated to herself even as waves of bliss coursed through her.

"You're so soaked, I could just impale you with my cock in one single thrust right then and there, but I have another, better idea first."

As he spoke, the demon removed his hand from between her legs and Sansa all but sobbed at the brutal withdrawal. She let out a long, pathetic lament and squeezed her thighs together, tears welling in her eyes.

Showing no pity for her anguish, the Hound only sniggered and stood to his knees. "Hush, little bird, no need to weep. Or will I need to silence you? I know just the way."

He was naked, though Sansa was sure she had felt the fabric of his woolen breeches against her just moments before. Without missing a beat, the Hound moved forward - his enormous, charcoal-black dick stiff as a steel bar and standing straight before him - and the next thing she knew, he had straddled her neck and was sliding it between her slightly open lips.

Despite the effect of surprise, Sansa found herself sucking at it greedily from the moment it touched her tongue. But it was so very big! Even taking half of it in her mouth was an accomplishment. As for the Hound, he was giving her no rest and continuously came and went between her lips, thankfully with less vigour than he had when screwed her on Friday night. Still, this was too intense for Sansa and she feared that she might choke if he kept at it.

For all of that, she was incredibly aroused and was sucking at his dick with more thirst than she could ever have imagined. She could literally feel herself dripping down her thighs. There was something about the taste of him that got her off, about the feel of such a massive member filling her mouth so thoroughly that drove her crazy with lust. She wondered what his seed tasted like, if he would come in her mouth tonight…

"A fast learner, aren't you?" the Hound commented lowly in-between two pants. With both of his hands, he was holding her head and guiding his motion in her mouth, his fingers stroking her hair gently as he did. "The Seven be damned, you're making me so bloody hard… I need to feel your tight little cunt around me. You could mount me, what do you say?"

With his penis all but gagging her, Sansa could hardly speak, but she moaned and nodded as best she could. She was in dire need of some stimulation; her folds were pulsing like a second heartbeat to the point of being painful. She longed for his touch, for him inside of her, more than she even did breathing.

Obviously satisfied with her response, the Hound removed his shaft from her mouth at once. A loud pop was heard as he did and Sansa gasped, breathing in deeply several times afterwards.

"Come over here," the demon bade her. Spreading his wings wide so as not to crush them, he laid down on his back and pulled her over him.

Sansa's crotch landed right over his erect member and she moaned as she came in contact with his hardened, nearly burning hot member. Without thinking, she rolled her hips against him, shivering in delight at the intoxicating sensation it triggered.

"Hmm, look at you, Sansa," he rasped, grinning at her. "I like you like that. Like a little bitch in heat."

As he spoke, his spell became even stronger and Sansa rocked her pelvis with more vigour. She wanted to come so bad, didn't know what to do with herself.

"Calm down now, you horny little witch, and take me in you." Closing a huge paw around her waist, he lifted her and placed his penis at her entrance. Though he was undeniably very large, she slid down around him in one fluid movement. Moaning deeply, Sansa threw her head back even as stars filled her sight.

The Hound seemed to enjoy it as well, for he grunted and dig his clawed fingers in her hips. For a few long seconds, they stayed like that, barely moving and only relishing in the feeling of being connected.

Soon enough though, the demon had enough and bucked his hips, making Sansa sigh. "Come on, girl, ride me," he prompted, baring his teeth in something nearer the challenging rictus of beast than an actual smile.

Obeying, she rolled her hips against his, gazing down at the monstrous creature beneath her. He was terrifying with his grey skin, huge open bat-wings, black horns and yellowish and grey, glowing eyes. And yet for some reason, the tightness in Sansa's belly increased as she took him in. It's the spell, she told herself. Only the spell.

"Fuck, but you feel good… So fucking tight and wet," the demon breathed hoarsely. With that, he started shoving himself in her, Sansa meeting each of his thrusts eagerly.

With his hands, he caressed her waist, her ribs, grabbed both of her butt cheeks hard. Sansa loved being touched, being possessed, and she moaned as his palms ended their journey to engulf her boobs, his fingers toying with her nipples.

"I missed this, thought about fucking you while I was in the Void… Did you think about it too?"

Sansa blushed deeply. "Yes…" she admitted.

"Did you touch yourself?" He lowered a hand and found her clit with his fingers.

Sansa shook her head, letting out a groan at the delicious sensation his touch awoke in her.

"Wanted to wait for my cock, didn't you? I'm glad you did. I'll make you come so hard, you'll see… you'll thank me afterwards, I can already hear your polite little chirping…"

With that the Hound seized her hip with the hand he had had over her breasts, his other one busy stroking the apex of her folds. Guiding the pace of her movements over him, he began thrusting himself more powerfully in her. Sansa mewed and willingly let him use her as he pleased, yet this was apparently not enough for him, for the scent of metal suddenly became almost insufferably intense. Her head spinning with the overwhelming effect of the demon's spell, Sansa arched her back and rocked her pelvis frantically against him. Her moans were getting loud and desperate, her climax coming dangerously close…

"Don't resist, just let it come to you," the Hound rasped, his fingers moving in fast circles over her nub.

As if by magic, his words had an instantaneous effect on Sansa and she peaked at once, an orgasm just as insanely potent as she remembered. She cried out, shook and twisted over the Hound for what seemed to her like an eternity, savouring every single upsurge of ecstasy she was assailed with until there was not an ounce of strength left in her and she collapsed over his muscular torso.

The Hound only gave her an instant to come round and rolled her onto her back nearly just as soon. He was so immense and heavy over her, Sansa was frightened for an instant. All she could see of him was the dark outline of his horns and opened bat-like wings, his yellowish and grey glowing eyes.

"You feel better already, I can tell. Fornication did you some good. Tell me you want me to fuck you all night now, say it," he rasped, his voice alike the hiss of a snake. Even as he spoke, he resumed taking her hard.

"Yes, please, fuck me… fuck me all night…" Sansa said, meaning every word of it.

"Sandor… say my name. You didn't shy away from crying it out last time when I took you on all four like a bitch, my little bitch..."

Sansa remembered well enough. Would he take her again like that tonight? Gods, she could feel herself get even wetter just at the thought of it. "Sandor…" she crooned. "Sandor, fuck me."

Her plea finished him off. Growling, he pounded himself in her with everything he had until his powerful frame shook against her. When he was done and panting and cursing, he leaned most of his weight into the mattress by her side and stayed over her without pulling out.

"Still hard as a rock," the Hound said after what had appeared to Sansa like a long moment of quietness. Propping himself on his forearm, he withdrew his dick halfway out of Sansa, looking down at his shinny with moisture erect shaft. "What am I to do with this?" he asked, shooting her a sly, somewhat predatory look.

Then he was screwing her again just as energetically. Both of their sexes were slick with their combined fluids and their relentless comings and goings were emitting all sorts of wet noises which might have mortified Sansa had she not been so engrossed in the present moment. In a way, the baseness of it even aroused her and soon, she was coming a second time, the Hound following her shortly after.

They took a break after that and laid peacefully over Sansa's bed. Given the Hound's abnormally warm skin, there was no need for blankets and she stayed snuggled against him, her head leaned over his shoulder. At first, she kept her eyes shut and thought of nothing. Yet as he demon's spell faded away, as she slowly caught her breath and as her heartbeat gradually slowed down to its normal pace, she suddenly grew tense, remembering her parents and the state of terror she had left them in. Oh, by the Seven, Sansa mused, her eyes popping open at once.

"Calm down, little bird. Don't let it consume you. They'll learn to live with us, even to accept it eventually."

"What… what are you talking about?" Sansa whispered, unsettled.

"Your parents. Our bound is something they'll need to accept."

"How did you know I was thinking about them?" she asked. In one swift movement, she shifted against him and jerked her head back so that she could meet his gaze.

"We're linked. I can read you. I can sense what you feel," he rasped slowly.

"Really?" Sansa demanded uneasily, his animalistic eyes all but hypnotising her as she gazed into them. His pupils were black and oblong, his irises grey and shining like molten sliver.

"Yes. You're getting stronger. My seed did you some good, but your well is not full yet. You'll need more."

Sansa frowned. So her stupid sister was right: he had magic jizz indeed. She grimaced. For some reason, the thought of it discouraged her.

"You're troubled for other reasons too," the Hound added, lifting a hand to caress her hair. "There are other people bothering you, disturbing your peace."

"Can you read my mind?" she asked, praying the Seven he could not.

"Not read it, but I can get a sense of what you feel. The stronger your emotions, the more I'll sense them. You were quite emotional today. I could feel it even from the Void. What happened?"

"I have… trouble with some people at school," she told him, her throat tightening at the simple memory of it. "But the Void? You mentioned this on a few occasions. What is it?"

"It's a place just at the edge of what you mortals think of as 'reality'. There's nothing there, no sound, no colour or light. You just wait, but nothing ever happens. It's almost as if you didn't exist."

"What were you doing there? Didn't you go back to the Seven Hells?"

The demon snorted roughly, his features hardening. "Of course not. Did you see any fire when I arrived?"

"No," Sansa whispered, sheepish. He was right; she had expected her room to catch aflame like on Friday night, yet no fire had come this time around.

"I told you I was not going down there ever again, didn't I?" he snarled at her, the very suggestion of it incensing him. "Had enough of all that bloody fire. Besides, who's to say these cuffs would not get chained again from the instant I'd step foot in he damned place? No sense in risking it. No, I'd rather die of boredom in the Void than ever having to go back."

Cowered, Sansa remained silent for some time, yet her curiosity eventually got the better of her. "Is it really as horrible as the septons say?" she asked in a quiet murmur.

"Even worse. There's just fire there - fire, pain and despair. When a witch does an Evocation ceremony, thousands upon thousands of demons fight for a chance to be set free. And to get laid."

"Did you have to fight to rejoin me?"

"Course I had. From the moment I caught a whiff of that sweet psychic scent of yours, I knew you were mine. None of those buggers held a chance." Pulling her over him, he nuzzled at her neck and cupped her bottom in his large palms. "Enough of that now. There are things you need to tell me and don't try to change the subject this time around," he added. Lying his head back down on the pillow underneath, he pushed back Sansa over him just enough to lock gaze with her. "Who are they, those who bother you? We'll need to find a way to avenge you…"

"Avenge me? On, no! This sounds awful!"

"Who are they?" the Hound insisted, narrowing his blazing eyes at her.

"Just some stupid boys I go to school with. One of them I used to date," Sansa admitted, oddly embarrassed.

"To date?" he asked, arching his one good eyebrow.

"It means that he was my boyfriend. We were… what? In love? Well at least, I thought he loved me. I now think he never did. He's a jerk."

"What did he do to you?"

"Nothing of importance, I guess. He called me names, mocked me, bullied me…" Sansa's eyes filled with tears at the memory of it.

The Hound's face twisted in anger. "It's not nothing if it makes you cry. I sensed your distress today, can still feel it right fucking now. There's no reason you should suffer for anyone. Those boys should be on their hands and knees for you. Let's make it so, what do you say? With all of that new power I gave you, why shouldn't you cast a spell on them so that they start worshiping you as they ought to?" He barked a rough laugh, his lips curving in a something in between a sneer and a grin. "I can already see the scene it would make: each of them wooing you and you, rejecting the buggers one at a time. In public of course, so that they be humiliated as they should. Would that make you feel better?"

"Not at all! I want them as far as possible, not at my heels!" Sansa told him, appalled by his suggestion.

"Keeping them away with a spell shouldn't be very complicated, but you need to humiliate them too, otherwise they'll be getting off too lightly. We should force them to do something so fucking ludicrous, it'll follow them till the day they die, like walk on all four before your school comrades, tear they clothes off and run naked, eat dog poop…"

"Oh, no! I would never do any of that!" Sansa exclaimed in horror, her hands stiffening over his muscled chest. "Casting spells on others without their consent, this is a crime! It's been such a taboo for so long among the great witch families that no one knows how to do it anymore."

"I know how to do it. I would cast it for you if I was not stuck in that twice blasted Void during the day. But I could teach you. It's easy."

Her brow knitted, Sansa shook her head. "Please don't! It's against witch law and so, so wrong! This is not something I would ever want to learn!"

The demon snorted in disdain. "Against the law. That's a fucking load of rubbish if you ask me. What the fuck is that even supposed to mean? Laws have no meaning, no true substance or reason to be. They've been created by men and men is one hell of an inane creature. Who's to decide what's right or wrong, what's good or evil? And what the fuck is evil even supposed to mean? This world makes not an ounce of sense and men laws are no bloody different. Bugger it all! You know what I think? Life's too short to worry about such bullshit. While you're alive, you might as well make the most of it and think of yourself first and foremost. I say you cast a spell on those buggering arse holes so that they pay as they ought to. It'll be their own bloody fault anyway. They've went looking for it, deserve it."

Sansa was shaking her head violently now and she would have rolled off of him if not for the Hound's clawed fingers digging painfully into her waist and keeping her in place. "No! That I won't do! I… I just can't! I don't want to break such an important rule to my people! It's not something I could ever do."

"But why?" he asked, clearly frustrated by her objection.

"I just couldn't live with myself afterwards. The guilt would literally kill me! Please leave it. I beg you…"

His nostrils flaring, the demon gritted his teeth and scowled "They need to pay. No one mocks my little mistress, no one makes her cry."

With that, he flipped her on her back and entered her at once. Sansa had not noticed he was hard and she gasped as she felt his swollen member make its way in her. They resumed having sex just as wildly as they had before and didn't halt for more than a few minutes at a time for the remaining of the night. The Hound cast plenty of spells on her, demonstrating just how much he didn't give a shit about her people's law. But he was not of her people. He was a demon and demons did as they pleased, apparently. Being dead, it was not as if they had anything to lose. For all of that, he didn't try to convince her to learn how to bewitch others again and Sansa was grateful for it. In fact, they didn't so much as exchange a single word that didn't have to do with their coupling until daybreak. The Hound took her many, many times and gave her four additional orgasms. By the time dawn came, Sansa was so exhausted, she barely had time to register that the Hound had vanished before she fell into deep sleep. Reality became nothing but dreamless darkness just as empty as that Void the Hound had told her about and she would have lingered many more hours in it if not for a cry abruptly awaking her.

"Sansa!" she heard.

Sansa didn't know for how long she had slept, but it didn't feel like nearly long enough. She twisted into herself, feeling sunlight on her skin. She was bruised, she realised as she shifted under the thin sheet that partially concealed her nudity, was probably covered with scratched where the Hound had clutched at her while they had sex.

"Sansa! Wake up," mum's voice ordered her. She sounded on the verge of tears and angry, so very angry.

Her eyes opening at once, Sansa rolled onto her back. The sun's glare blinded her, but as she squinted against it, she saw her mother standing in the threshold. She was disheveled, looked as if she had not slept of the night and had an expression of horror on her face. Her eyes were wide and bloodshot with dark circles under them.

"Oh, Sansa! What have you ever done?" mum demanded in a shaking voice, tears bathing her face.